Welcome to the company wars! it is a crooked highway to global peace. .. however it works Warefare among international locations has been banned. Taking its position are the company Wares-full scale battles among mercenary armies employed by means of huge companies ostensible to settle exchange disputes. however the wars also are loose leisure for the loads.

Each 200 years or so, shimmering Threads fall from area, raining demise and black wreck on Pern. the good dragons of Pern hurl themselves in the course of the beleagured skies, flaming tongues of fireside to spoil lethal Thread and store the Planet. however it was once no longer Threadfall that made younger Menolly unsatisfied.

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Come forth, oh mighty waa . . waa . . WAAAA . . ’ His voice seemed to rise with every word. He stopped and swallowed, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. ’ he began again. ‘This will happen no . . ’ His sneeze tore his silver robes in half as the multitude of mages about him answered in kind. The entirety of the Great Hall trembled with their distress. The silver wizard was soon lost beneath the sneezing mass. Something must have gone horribly wrong. My master and I had traveled here, to far and fabled Vushta, the city of a thousand forbidden delights, in hopes of ending our quest - a quest that began when my master was forced into battle with the dread rhyming demon Guxx Unfufadoo!

Still, there was something familiar about the way the man carried himself, his long, white beard, and dark blue robes. The mage paused at the edge of the sneezing mass of sorcerers. ‘Indeed,’ he intoned. With that word, I knew. It was my master, the greatest wizard in all the Western Kingdoms, Ebenezum! ’ I called, delighted to see him so self-possessed in the midst of this chaos. ‘Did the wizards succeed? ’ The mage frowned at the mass of magicians before him. He pulled absently at his beard, then turned his gaze from the shuddering mass to look at me.

The wizards nearby held their noses and turned to watch their fellow. ’ The silver-clad wizard cried in a voice as deep as the farthest depths of the Inland Sea. ’ His hands wove a pattern through the air too fast for the eye to see. ” He paused. ‘Come forth, oh mighty waa . . waa . . WAAAA . . ’ His voice seemed to rise with every word. He stopped and swallowed, his dark brows furrowed in concentration. ’ he began again. ‘This will happen no . . ’ His sneeze tore his silver robes in half as the multitude of mages about him answered in kind.